"So that cat there can talk? It doesn't seem to be moving its mouth, Willow.... Can it talk through its mind somehow?" Sterling asked, his hooves coming to a rest next to his friend before the unicorn sat down and looked over to the Pegasus. The fuzzy thing was undeniably cute, but it was a bit weird how it kept touching people with a paw and it responded. But the idea of sentient animals was nothing new to Sterling. Nearly every animal in Equestria could speak in some way. Even bunnies could communicate through gestures. So a cat doing so wasn't too far fetched.
"And I'm quite excited for this Christmas thing. I still need to explain Hearth's Warming Eve to everyone else, but from what I've gathered, this Christmas is a lot like it, just with one pony at the center of it instead of a group of friends like in ours. Plus, It smells like there should be quite the variety of foods to be had there. But.... Is that meat I smell?' He got a slight look of disgust on his face at that, wondering how humans could stand eating another creature. Ponies were herbivores after all, so that thought was more than a little disgusting to Sterling.
Sigtrygg was grinning down towards the other boat in the harbor, tempted to leap from the deck he was sitting on to swim over towards the boat. Like any good sailor, Sigtrygg could at least float and move through the water, but he was by no means a master swimmer. But seeing something from his homeland like that was enough to make the viking jump for joy. He knew it was from Klaus as no one but the War God's avatar had known of his effort to get a new boat, and the timing was too perfect. Next time he saw the avatar he was certain to invite him to sail around the island on the boat, and give him a hearty thanks.
But for now Sigtrygg was more than happy to simply watch the boat bob up and down in the waves in place. It was a beautiful thing to the viking, simple yet elegant, and like all ships made by the Norse of Scandinavia, it would have no trouble moving through all but the most difficult of waves. And Sigtrygg was thanking his gods that it was a smaller boat, thus he could pilot it himself with ease.
Sigtrygg grinned even more, already thinking of what he might use the boat for. With it he could start a business back in Bielefeld should he wish to put the time into it. He could also just use it to relax and coast the waters of the city, from the rivers to the ocean touching the city. All would be a wonderful thing for the Viking. Being out on open ocean would feel wonderful. He had not been that far from the shore since joining the Varangian guard and like nearly every Norseman he loved the sea.
Namal was wandering around the ship, wrapped up in a blanket to warm himself up more. He was a bit anxious to get out of the ship and onto the beach, as it would be much warmer than this ship, even if this yacht was luxurious, it would be nothing compared to the actual sun. He supposed he could sun himself on the top deck, but if he headed up there he might as well fly over to the beach. And he didn't feel like flying just- 'Aw, screw it, I'll just fly over to the shoreline and help those strange pale humans with rebuilding. They might appreciate a helping hand.'
So the draconic Khydir headed up a deck to the top, where he smiled as he felt the suns rays on his head. "Yeah, htat's so much better than a blanket." He said aloud, stopping to close his eyes and enjoy the warmth of the sun for a bit, nearby a strange girl who was holding onto a cat and talking to it.
